I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3558 | 2017-10-11 07:47:21 | 108.91 | 97% |
| 3221 | 2017-09-10 16:13:52 | 95.91 | 96% |